259: The ancestor witch intervenes and a melee ensues

As the great battle continued, the laws of heaven and earth twisted like Dancing dragon (frenzied dancing flood dragons) in this earth-shattering confrontation.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the River Diagram and Luo Scroll in his palms; in an instant, the light emanating from the two supreme-grade innate spiritual treasures pierced through the endless sky.

Upon the River Diagram, countless illusory stars awakened from the ancient patterns, and the primordial power of the Zhou Tian Star River poured forth, transforming the entire sky into a time-imprisoning cage with the shifting of stars.

The trajectories of the stars turned into chains, each ray of starlight capable of severing the connection between soul and body; the Luo Scroll's runes leaped like living beings, and tens of thousands of laws condensed into tangible spears of law, carrying various supreme lawful powers that annihilated space wherever they passed, even instantly obliterating the laws of heaven and earth.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood atop the Chaos Bell, his body interwoven with golden crow illusions and Solar True Fire, forming a majestic heavenly might. The Chaos Bell roared like Pangu's angry roar as he split heaven and earth, each chime shattering a dimension of space-time, and the chaotic runes appearing on the bell body rolled back like a galaxy, carrying the disorderly power from the birth of the universe, stirring the space for hundreds of millions of miles into a chaotic vortex.

He clapped his hands repeatedly, and the chaotic light beams spewing from the bell's mouth merged with the golden crow true fire and Solar True Fire, transforming into a sea of fire that burned the sky and boiled the sea.

The golden crow true fire, imbued with the ferocity of ancient divine beasts, incinerated even the essence of space wherever it went; the Solar True Fire, condensed with the ultimate Yang power of the Sun Star, twisted the void like melting glass, evaporating into dust in the flames.

The sea of fire formed by the intertwining of the two flames seemed to want to refine the Primordial World into the primordial chaos before creation.

Ancestor Minghe stood in the center of the Sea of Blood, his Twelve Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus spinning wildly, and the karma fire overflowing from its petals cascaded down like a bloody waterfall from the nine heavens.

This karma fire was no ordinary thing; it was formed from the evil thoughts and sins of all living beings, instantly igniting the karmic obstructions within those it touched, causing their souls to dissipate in eternal burning.

He wielded the Yuan Tu and Abi Sword, and the moment their blades tore through space-time, countless bloody sword lights burst forth, each containing the power to sever the karma of the three lives.

Wherever the sword light passed, karmic threads snapped one by one, and even the karmic chains laid down by Heavenly Dao Saints were instantly disintegrated, while the void, under the erosion of the law of slaughter, crumbled like decaying cloth.

The longer this world-destroying battle continued, the more rampant the spatial turbulence became.

Broken space formed countless black holes that devoured everything, and in the reversed river of time, the lingering shadows of ancient gods and demons and the illusory forms of future Heavenly Dao appeared simultaneously; fragments of laws streaked across the sky like meteors, each containing enough power to overturn a world.

As the battle continued, although Ancestor Minghe appeared extremely fierce by relying on the essence of the Sea of Blood and his innate spiritual treasure, the Abi Sword, he was ultimately just barely holding on.

Facing the combined attack of the two great demon race supremes, cracks began to appear in his karma fire barrier, and the light from the red lotus above his head gradually dimmed—under such unimaginable power, even an immortal and indestructible demon god of the Sea of Blood gradually felt his strength failing.

At this time, many powerful beings were secretly observing this great battle.

Daoist Zhunti was hidden in the void, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, constantly searching for an opportunity to seize the Hongmeng Purple Energy.

Even Kunpeng Ancestor had quietly arrived here, also concealing his figure, waiting for the opportune moment.

On the Witch Race's side, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong, the five Ancestral Witches, were also observing in secret.

Since the demon race wanted to seize Ancestor Minghe's Hongmeng Purple Energy, the Witch Race naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

Although the Hongmeng Purple Energy was not very useful to the Witch Race, they absolutely could not let the demon race easily obtain it, otherwise the demon race might give birth to a Saint, which would be extremely detrimental to the Witch Race.

"Back then, the demon race wanted to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Energy from Jieyin, and now they are indeed targeting the Hongmeng Purple Energy in Minghe's hands again."

Dijiang frowned, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "Moreover, these two feathered brutes dare to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Energy right under our noses; we absolutely cannot let them succeed!"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded slightly, his gaze like a torch: "That's right, Emperor Jun and Taiyi, these two feathered brutes, are probably going crazy wanting to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Energy, but we absolutely cannot let them succeed."

Houtu's expression was solemn: "Indeed, we cannot let Emperor Jun and the others obtain the Hongmeng Purple Energy, otherwise the demon race might really produce a Saint."

Zhurong rubbed his fists, flames dancing around him: "Just do it! Our Witch Race has never been afraid of anyone!"

Gonggong snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's just right to let the demon race know how formidable our Witch Race is!"

With that, Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, and Zhurong, the three Ancestral Witches, flashed and rushed towards Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who held the Chaos Bell.

Zhu Jiuyin shouted loudly: "Taiyi, you young brat, don't be so arrogant!"

Zhu Jiuyin's body glowed with a strange purplish light, and the illusory image of the river of time rapidly flowed in his pupils.

In an instant, countless threads of time law, entwined with ancient runes, burst forth from his body. Each of these threads carried the infinite power of the river of time, as if they were Heavenly Dao shackles that had existed since the beginning of chaos.

Wherever the threads of time passed, space began to twist and deform, and scenes of the past and future overlapped.

The void touched by the threads instantly solidified into crystalline amber, preserving countless time fragments within it.

Some were tragic scenes of ancient god-demon battles, others were apocalyptic visions of a collapsing future world.

These threads of time seemed not only capable of imprisoning space but also of altering the laws of time; anything entangled by them would have its existence's timeline forcibly rewritten.

Under the shroud of the threads of time, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's movements became increasingly sluggish.

The chaotic power around him actually began to flow in reverse, and the divine abilities he had just unleashed gradually dissipated in the time reversal.

The threads of time wrapped around him tightened like living things, attempting to drag him into an eternal temporal vortex, to utterly annihilate him in the endless cycle of past, present, and future.

The flow of time across the entire battlefield was disrupted by this power.

Houtu also made her move simultaneously; she slowly raised her hands as if supporting heaven and earth, and in an instant, the entire Primordial World trembled violently, and countless earthy-yellow law chains surged from beneath the ground, intertwining to form a colossal illusory mountain spanning hundreds of millions of miles.

The surface of this mountain peak glowed with a heavy, ancient, earthy-yellow light, every inch of its body carved with ancient Dao patterns of creation, as if it were formed from Pangu's spine, emanating a majestic pressure that could suppress all heavens and myriad worlds.

As Houtu pressed her fingertips down heavily, the mountain crashed down, crushing space like tofu wherever it passed, and the laws of earth surged forth like a tumultuous tide.

Around the mountain body, countless earthy-yellow law barriers condensed, each barrier containing terrifying power of the great earth law, completely sealing off the void for hundreds of millions of miles.

Along the trajectory of the mountain's suppression, even spatial nodes were directly crushed, turning into scattered chaotic fragments, and space-time twisted into a vortex under this power, as if to press all existence back into the chaotic state before creation.

Even more terrifying was that this mountain not only possessed the power of suppression but also continuously absorbed the surrounding earth laws, becoming increasingly heavy.

With every inch it descended, countless earthy Dao runes emerged from the void and merged into the mountain body, causing the mountain's pressure to increase exponentially.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, enveloped by this power, felt as if the weight of the entire Primordial World was pressing upon him, making even the act of mobilizing the Chaos Bell difficult.

At the same time, Zhurong's muscles bulged, his crimson eyes burning with a monstrous killing intent capable of incinerating all heavens, and his bronze-colored body expanded explosively to a height of ten thousand zhang.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire world soared, and the laws of the Dao of Fire erupted from his body like boiling magma, igniting the void for hundreds of millions of miles into a chaotic sea of fire.

He roared to the sky, no longer spewing flames, but rather chains of fire law entwined with Dao runes. Wherever they passed, space twisted and deformed like melting glass, and the river of time was scorched with dark holes.

With a roar that shattered the nine heavens: "Taste my Fire Divine Ability!"

The divine fire on Zhurong's body exploded, transforming into a colossal pillar of fire that pierced through heaven and earth.

Wherever the fire pillar passed, space was annihilated inch by inch, and even spatial nodes were burned to ashes; time twisted and reversed in the high temperature, and scenes of the past and future appeared simultaneously in the flames, only to be incinerated into nothingness in an instant.

At the front of the fire pillar, a gigantic flaming hand, capable of covering the sky and sun, condensed. Karma fire, capable of incinerating souls, was entwined between its five fingers, and each finger contained the terrifying power to destroy the Heavenly Dao.

When this gigantic flaming hand reached for Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the entire world trembled, and the void touched by the flames was rapidly vaporizing at a visible speed.

This terrifying fire divine ability seemed to want to refine the entire Primordial World into the primordial chaos before creation.

The moment the three Ancestral Witches' offensive came crashing down like the collapse of heaven and earth, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's handsome face suddenly tightened, yet a burning battle intent surged in his eyes.

He raised his head and let out a roar that pierced the universe, its sound waves shaking the sun, moon, and stars beyond the nine heavens: "Excellent!"

He gripped the Chaos Bell as if lifting the chaotic universe, veins bulging on his wrists like coiled dragons, pushing the power of the Heaven-Opening Treasure to its peak.

As the Chaos Bell spun wildly, the Pangu creation patterns appearing on its body materialized, unleashing hundreds of millions of chaotic light beams. Each light beam carried the disorderly power from the initial birth of heaven and earth, shattering space like broken glass wherever it passed, and stirring the river of time into a reversing vortex.

The moment the silver threads of time collided with the chaotic storm, fragments of space-time burst forth like a meteor shower, and the shredded time laws condensed into ancient law runes in the air.

When the earthy-yellow mountain collided with the chaotic light beams, hundreds of millions of miles of earth laws shattered inch by inch, and hundreds of millions of cracks were shaken onto the mountain body, the crumbling rocks even transforming into smaller mountains, triggering a chain collapse of space for hundreds of millions of miles around.

The instant the fiery giant hand touched the Chaos Bell, divine fire and chaotic qi devoured each other frantically, vaporizing the void wherever they passed, revealing a pitch-black chaotic abyss.